A/N: Sorry guys for the update taking forever! I've been really busy lately but now I'm on holiday and got to finish this up! Thank you for your patience and all the reviews for the last chapter! I really appreciate it! Thank you for your support and I hope you enjoy :)

Chapter Two

"What the hell are you doing here?" Emma said, her voice cold and calm.

Instead of answering he breezed right past her so that he was standing in front of her parents. "Your highnesses! It's so good to see you again!"

The former king and queen stood there looking at Killian with stupefied faces.

"Your daughter has been quite the leader since she's been queen. Been a pain in my arse ever since we were kids, so why wouldn't she be now?"

Charming opened his mouth to say something before the king of Tyde pressed on. "Oh, don't worry that's a compliment. Putting up a decent fight against Haven , I assure you."

Before Killian could say anything else Emma butted in. "Can you please escort my parents to their rooms and leave me and His Grace alone for just a moment? As soon as we're done escort him out of the castle."

The servants mumbled their proper titles and led Snow and Charming away, closing the door with a soft click.

Killian had made himself comfortable and was now devouring the last of the sandwiches. Emma gave him a cold glare has he shoveled them down. "Oh, I'm sorry did to want one?" He lifted the tray up to her. "I'm famished from the journey here, and I do miss the sandwiches here at the castle. They were always my favourite when we were kids." He looked up at her with his eyes as blue as the ocean. She refused to get sucked into them.

Again she asked, "What the hell are you doing here?"

"I came to talk, Swan." That name caused her to lose her cold composure for just a second. No one called her swan, no one but him and it's been years since she's heard the name.

"The only thing I'm interested in talking about is you leaving Haven and Misthaven alone."

"I'm afraid I can't do that, Love. I need Haven. And I refuse to lose it to you." Killian rose and swayed towards her until mere inches stood between them.

Emma could feel her breath coming faster and fought to keep a blush from rising high on her cheeks. This is not the same little brat you knew as a child, Ems. This is a pirate. Nothing more. "Well then, mate, looks like you're gonna be waiting a while. I'm not going down without a fight."

Killian leaned forward, close enough that she could feel his breath fan across her neck. "Oh, don't worry Swan. I'm in it for the long haul." He took a step back with a giant smirk on his face. "Please send your servants to go fetch my trunk from my carriage please. I'd like to freshen up before supper."

Emma's face drew into a look of confusion. "Excuse me?"

"I was merely asking for you to send some of your little helper people to receive my belongings from my carriage and send it to my room. Or do you make guest do everything themselves?"

"Why would I need to send someone–wait. Why the hell do you have a trunk and who the hell said anything about you being a guest here?!" Emma exclaimed.

"Oh, such bad manners on my behalf! Killian placed a hand on his chest feigning embarrassment. "I'm going to be staying in Misthaven for a while, Love if you don't mind."

"And why is that?" Emma sneered.

"Liam thought it would be a good idea to create better relations with Tyde's surrounding kingdoms. Though this doesn't quite mean that I give up on Haven either, but just think about this little stay for old time's sake. Didn't you miss me, Swan?"

Emma fought the urge to slap him. How dare he show up unannounced and proclaim he's going to be staying in her castle on his account? "I'm going to say this one time. The next time you hear it you'll be escorted out. Now get out of my home. You aren't welcome here."

"Love,–"

"Guards–" Before she could finish screaming, she found herself bound by Killian's arms with a hand over her mouth.

"I wouldn't do that, Swan."

Emma was too aware of the firm hold he had around her waist and the rough pads of his fingers brushing against her face. It was becoming hard to breath. "Get off of me!" She struggled in his embrace, only resulting in his arms pulling her closer to his solid chest.

"One week, Swan. That's all I ask." His voice had lost all of it's arrogant sass, stripping it down to something she never thought she would hear from Killian Jones, sincerity. She couldn't find it in herself to say no, especially in this position.

"Fine. One week. No more, no less. Now let go of me." He released her and separated himself from her. She could still feel the heat that coursed through her body, leaving her cheeks tinted pink.

"What's wrong, Love? You look a little flushed," and just like that the sincerity was gone and the arrogant bastard was back.

Emma turned away from him, hiding her face. "Dear," she gestured to the servant by the door. "Please receive His Grace's belongings and send them to the east wing."

Once the servant had run off Emma stood facing the door and away from Killian. "No need to be embarrassed. I'll be here all week." He winked at her as he sauntered out of the room leaving her seething.

Killian's heart felt as if it was going to beat out of his chest. Fifteen years wasn't enough to prepare him for seeing Emma Swan again.

Once the day trip from Tyde to Misthaven was over, Killian had distracted himself from the upcoming events by plotting a way into the Charming Castle. The King's road he traveled on was all too familiar, the forest surrounding the castle bringing back memories of the days Liam, Emma and he would play from dusk til dawn. Summers in the Enchanted Forest were his favourite time of the year, not only because he escaped the drunken wrath of his father, but because he got to spend time with the enigmatic Emma Swan.

After arriving at the castle, Killian had expertly snuck past the guards, an old habit that originated from late night games of hide and seek, and weaved his way through the familiar castle corridors. Guards had finally taken notice of his intrudence, and he bolted from hall to hall trying to find where the Queen was.

He almost stumbled when he heard her voice.

It was a melodic song, beautiful enough to hide her wicked tongue behind. Killian followed the sound, and slowed to a walk, his scarlet cloak waving behind him. The doors to the commons room had opened and there, standing with a wicked sneer on her face was Emma Swan. The scrawny little girl with the golden locks had transformed into a beautiful woman, with curves that made him lose his mind. She had sent her parents out of the room at the sight of his appearance, and the events that took place after, well..

He don't know what compelled him to hold her, but as soon as he knew it she was hard against his chest with his hands around her waist. He almost forgot how to breath. And now he was here, in his old room contemplating how he could survive a week with Her Grace.

Knock, knock

"Your Grace, I have received your belongings," a small voice said from the other side of the thick engraved door.

Killian alighted from bed, running a hand through his hair. "Thanks–" As he opened the door the young boy lost his grip on the trunk and dropped it. His eyes widened in terror as he scrambled to lift it once more.

"Your Grace! I am so so sorry! I didn't mean to drop it," Killian noticed that the boy must have been no more than twelve, and immediately took the trunk from him and placed it in his room.

"Lad," he placed a hand on his shoulders, noticing tears pooling up in his eyes. "Lad, it's okay. It's just a trunk anyways."

"But I ruined it!" He pointed to one of the corners where some paint had chipped off.

Killian shook his head and smiled. "Oh hardly so! I've had this trunk for years, it's about time it started to show it's age. What's your name lad?"

The little boy looked up at him and shakily said, "James, Your Grace."

"Well, James," Killian opened his trunk and rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. "Have you ever seen a gold doubloon?" He shook his head. "Well then, today is your lucky day!" Killian held up the gold coin, the highest kind of currency in Tyde. "This is a piece of treasure I got when I met pirates off the coast of Arendelle. It's worth much in my home kingdom of Tyde, and I want you to have it." He placed it in the James's hand.

"This is actually pirate's treasure?"

Killian nodded. "Stole it from their treasure chest myself! Now, do you promise you'll take care of it?"

It was James's turn to nod with determination. "I promise, Your Grace."

"Now run along, Lad. I'll see you around, okay?" James smiled and ran out the door, closing it behind him.

Still smiling, Killian decided it was best to ready himself for supper. Throwing on a midnight blue vest and a black waistcoat, he raked his hand through his hair once more, knowing it would fall into it's usual tousled look that he supposed looked better than it being combed back. The grand clock tower chimed, seven loud dongs, and with that, the king of Tyde left his room with the question of what supper would bring.

"Can we begin eating?" Emma whispered to her mother, who sat next to her at the head of the massive dining table.

"All of the guest aren't here yet, dear. It would be polite to wait." Her mother responded. Emma rolled her eyes and glared at the opposite end of the table where an empty seat mocked her. Other lords and ladies who had taken up temporary residents in the castle didn't seem to notice their Queen's annoyance and casual chatted in waiting.

"Where is he?" Emma sneered.

"Oh, you know Killian. He always loved to make an entrance." Her father said to her, while trying to hold in a smile.

Just then, the towering doors to the dining hall opened, and in walked Killian Jones with a mocking smile on his face. "Oh dear, am I late? My apologies, I got a little held up with a new friend I made."

Emma shot him a look equal in both disgust and annoyance. She stood and with her the others followed. "King Killian of Tyde will be staying here for no more than a week." she announced, plainly letting the irritation seep through her words. Her mother jabbed her in the side with her elbow, eliciting a laugh from Killian who quickly covered it with an unconvincing cough. "Please, make him feel welcomed." Emma sent him daggers before sitting down.

"Thank you, Swan. I already feel the love." He winked at her before settling down into his seat.

Dinner passed with numerous smirks and glares shooting from each end of the table, making it hard for both of them to concentrate on each of the seven courses. Plates were swapped and glasses were filled, all the while Emma and Killian communicated with no words at all. Snow and Charming initiated most of the conversations involving him, asking about his brother and his kingdom, whilst single ladies flocked around Killian with their hemline looking lower than it was before dinner started.

Needless to say, Emma couldn't wait to leave the table.

She excused herself with the excuse of a headache and retreated to the gardens. As she walked from her seat to the door, she could feel the weight of Killian's stare on her back, motivating her to move even faster. Emma weaved her way through the familiar maze of groomed hedges until she found a hole in the green wall of leaves. Ducking through it, she made her way into the secluded grove. She sat on the cool grass and rolled a flower stem between her fingers.

Killian Jones was living under the same roof as her for a week. The boy who she used to spend months with as a child was now a King, the King of a land that she was at war against. She knew with her whole being she had made a mistake letting him stay. But she couldn't find it in herself to say that she regretted it.